This morning as it rains. As I was woken up by what sounded like a weather warning radio. As I was hoping to sleep a bit more. As I found out my half and half has gone bad. As I try to figure out how I will fit three extra people in my house. As I try to recuperate from two days with extended family and eating outside my normal routine. As I feel the gentle proddings and the discomfort of all my insecurities moving through my system. As I scramble to escape them. As I know I cannot. As I think of Rumi saying, “This being human is a guest house.” As for sure today the guests are unruly and disruptive. As all of that, I’m thankful for a little moment alone, writing though it hurts, and hoping I can get through today without too many tears.
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